Lindi
Parker works hard at being human, not an easy task for a snake shifter. She has
no desire to search for others like her—until a new case changes everything.
When Lindi learns that she she's not the only shapeshifter in the world, she
also realizes she might be next on a killer's list.

In
order to save herself and the abused children she works with, she will have to
team up with Dr. Kade Nevala, a member of the shifter tribe responsible for
eradicating weresnakes—and the most attractive man Lindi's ever met. Even more
terrifying, she’ll need to embrace her serpent side, a choice that has enormous
consequences for Lindi, and for everyone around her.

Excerpt:

He took a step
forward, again seeming to loom over me. I leaned farther back, but I was
trapped—I would either have to climb up on the bed or push my way past him. I
wasn’t sure which would be better.

Then it was too
late—he grabbed my upper arms and stared into my eyes. His hands burned hot
against my skin. His eyes, too, glittered feverishly, golden highlights
churning through the brown.

The intensity of
his stare captured me. I drew in another breath, full of the scent of him, and
my head swam. Again the color leached out of the room. This time, though, I couldn’t
look away from him, couldn’t hide the way my eyes changed, the pupils narrowing
and lengthening. The room shifted into shades of gray, and his golden eyes
turned silvery as they held my own.

He inhaled
sharply as he saw the transformation and his hands tightened convulsively.

“How are you
here?” he whispered, shaking his head.

He pulled me
closer to him, staring into my eyes. My pulse pounded in my temples. The
muscles of my abdomen started to roil; I was about to shift, and I couldn’t
control it.

And I might just be okay with that, some quiet,
still part of my mind whispered from far away, because this man terrified me. I
might have a better chance against him in my serpent form.

Survivor Pass, Book Five, Redemption
Mountain Historical Western Romance Series

“The
Redemption Mountain series is as good as historical romance gets—vivid
settings, memorable characters, love, and lots at stake. Shirleen Davies knows
how to bring the old west to life. You feel as if you've traveled, with the
characters, to the frontier. I hope there will be more to come!” Book Review

He
thought he’d found a quiet life…

Cash Coulter settled into a life
far removed from his days of fighting for the South and crossing the country as
a bounty hunter. Now a deputy sheriff, Cash wants nothing more than to buy some
land, raise cattle, and build a simple life in the frontier town of Splendor,
Montana. But his whole world shifts when his gaze lands on the most captivating
woman he’s ever seen. And the feeling appears to be mutual.

But
nothing is as it seems…

Alison McGrath moved from her
home in Kentucky to the rugged mountains of Montana for one reason—to find the
man responsible for murdering her brother. Despite using a false identity to
avoid any tie to her brother’s name, the citizens of Splendor have no intention
of sharing their knowledge about the bank robbery which killed her only
sibling. Alison knows her circle of lies can’t end well, and her growing for
Cash threatens to weaken the revenge which drives her.

And
the troubles are mounting…

There
is danger surrounding them both—men who seek vengeance as a way to silence the
past…by any means necessary.

Survivor
Pass is book five in the Redemption Mountain historical western romance series.
It is a full length novel with an HEA.

Excerpt:

Alison’s breath
hitched when she felt Cash’s hands grip her waist, but she couldn’t pull away,
didn’t want to break the contact. His large palms and strong fingers almost
spanned her slim body, drawing her closer as his gaze held hers.

She’d been kissed
once by a boy from a neighboring farm. It had lasted seconds and made no
impression, other than causing her to grimace and swipe an arm across her
mouth. He’d wanted to do it again. Instead, she’d pushed him away, turned, and
ran as fast as possible back to her home. Her feelings today couldn’t be more
different.

Although unwise and
against all her plans, Alison looked up, her tongue darting out to moisten her
lips. She closed her eyes at the feel of his lips brushing hers.

On a low groan,
Cash slanted his mouth over hers, ignoring the warnings in his head in favor of
the sensations she made him feel. Warmth spread through his body as she allowed
him to take control, sweeping his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted on
a sigh. She tasted of coffee and pie. He couldn’t get enough and deepened the
kiss, tightening his hold, aligning his body with hers. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, brushing her fingers through his hair.

Her taste, touch,
and unique scent messed with his rational thought and common sense. For a man
used to dealing with situations in cool, dispassionate logic, Cash felt all
control slip away as their embrace and actions became more zealous.

Knowing he had to
stop before the passion caused them both to lose all restraint, he broke the
kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing unsteady and ragged.

Taking a step back,
Alison looked into eyes reflecting the same desire and confusion she felt. When
he placed one more kiss on her forehead, she inhaled a deep breath, touching a
finger to her still sensitive lips.

Clearing his
throat, Cash grasped her hand in his. “We should be going before we lose sight
of the path.”

Unable to form a
coherent thought, Alison nodded, leaving her hand in his as he guided her off
the hill and back toward town. Neither of them spoke until they stood outside
the door to her shop. At least the time had allowed her to get her breathing
and erratic heartbeat under control.

“Thank you for a
wonderful evening, Cash. It was…well…unexpected.”

Eyes dark and
hooded, he pulled her close for one more kiss before setting her aside so as
not to draw attention from those few people still on the street. Clearing his
throat, he glanced around, searching for control.

“I’ll come by at
noon tomorrow and we’ll head out to the Pelletier’s. That is if you’re still
interested in going with me.”

“Yes, I’d like to
go if you’re certain they won’t mind.” She sucked in a breath, realizing they’d
be alone during the ride, posing a temptation she didn’t need. Alison wrapped
her arms around her waist to help control the shivers from their brief, intense
kiss. “Perhaps it would be best for me to wait. I don’t want to impose.” She
let her gaze slowly move from his chest to the opening at the top of his shirt
before traveling to his face, which now held an easy smirk.

“You’re not afraid
to be alone with me, are you, Mrs. Burns?”
He leaned forward, his warm breath washing over her cheeks, his lips brushing
hers.

Moving close to her
ear, he lowered his already husky voice. “You should be, Alison.”

Bio:

Shirleen Davies writes romance—historical, contemporary, and
romantic suspense. She grew up in Southern California, attended Oregon State
University, and has degrees from San Diego State University and the University
of Maryland. During the day she provides consulting services to small and
mid-sized businesses. But her real passion is writing emotionally charged
stories of flawed people who find redemption through love and acceptance. She now lives with her husband in a beautiful
town in northern Arizona.

New Orleans' homicide cop Maggie York is at the top of her game until a
sniper's bullet changes everything. She flatlines, comes back. But not quite
the same. She sees and hears things...ghostly things. And she blurts out enough
to her doctors to end up on medical leave with a diagnosis of PTSD. If only.

Six months later, the voices have faded and the ghostly sightings are less
frequent. The department still won't let Maggie return to the job. Oh, she's
quit talking about ghosts, except to a few friends and the loony relatives who
believe she's a witch, but Maggie doubts herself. Since inactivity is making it
worse, she sets out to track down her shooter, only things get complicated...a
ghostly witness wants his own murder solved, and sexy homicide cop, Josh
Brandt—who just happens to be her replacement—wants her to butt out of his
case.

After Josh catches her at the murder scene of a key witness, he wonders how the
attractive redhead is staying one step ahead of him and how deeply her
involvement goes. She doesn't appear as unstable as he's been told, but she's
hiding something. He recognizes the signs...because he has secrets of his own.
Unraveling her case soon draws them down twisted but intersecting paths.

And failure may cost Maggie her life.

Excerpt:

Maggie’s
gaze sharpened as the old crime scene routine fell into place. Discarded
clothing near an old washing machine, empty beer cans. Hurst and his girlfriend
hadn’t been especially tidy, but she’d seen worse. The kitchen was clutter-free
except for an empty pizza box on the counter. Large. Smelled like pepperoni.
The fridge contained three takeout cartons of leftovers—gumbo, red beans,
something indefinable—a quart of milk, half used, and three beer cans in the
plastic holder from a six-pack. Apparently no one cooked.

She
entered the hallway. A check of the guest bedroom and a glance in the living
room yielded nothing unusual, only the expected drawer or cushion out of place
due to the police search.

She’d left
the main bedroom for last.

The
bodies were gone and the bed stripped. She knelt to look under the bed, but
anything on the floor and nightstand had been bagged and removed to the lab.
Otherwise, it was much as she remembered. Ten by ten, holding a full-size bed
and one dresser. She moved across the room to check the closet…and heard a
floorboard creak in the hallway.

Maggie
froze, her heart hammering. Someone was in the house. She hadn’t been
particularly silent, so they must know she was there. Why so quiet? She glided
back to the door, the SIG Sauer already in her hand. When the hardwood floor
emitted a second small sound, she whipped around the corner, pointing her gun
at the intruder.

And faced
the deadly end of a Beretta, held by a tall man with compelling, steel-blue
eyes. The air vibrated with energy…and for one long moment, they stared at one
another.

“Who are
you?” she demanded.

“Police.
And you?” The voice was cool, richly masculine.

She took
in the dark blue jacket over a white shirt open at the collar, a loose tie
slightly askew, and his black hair just long enough that an unruly strand
curled over his forehead.

“Show me
your badge.” She was stalling for time. Maggie didn’t doubt the confident,
intense man on the other end of the gun was a cop. A very good-looking cop who
wasn’t the least bit happy to find her there. How could she explain her
presence?

He flipped
open his jacket with one hand, revealing the badge clipped to his belt.
“Detective Brandt. Now put down your gun and back away from it.”

He hadn’t
raised his voice, but the or else was loud and clear. She nodded,
slipped the safety on, and set the weapon on the floor, keeping her hands where
he could see them.

“What are
you doing in here?” he asked.

She
figured he’d soon find out anyway, so she told him the truth—albeit a limited
version. “Assessing the murder scene. The male victim was involved in my own
shooting.”

The cop’s
eyes narrowed, but the gun didn’t waver. “Should I know you?”

She
shrugged. “I’m Maggie York.”

Bio:

Ally Shields is a Midwestern writer with a love
for mystery and the paranormal. Following a career in law and juvenile justice,
she took up full-time writing in 2009. In 2012 her first paranormal was
published, and she has two completed urban fantasy series. Ally loves to travel
and includes many of those settings in her novels. Readers are welcome—and
encouraged—to contact her through her website or track her down on Twitter.
(@ShieldsAlly).

Sunday, May 1, 2016

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New Orleans' homicide cop Maggie York is at the top of her game until a
sniper's bullet changes everything. She flatlines, comes back. But not quite
the same. She sees and hears things...ghostly things. And she blurts out enough
to her doctors to end up on medical leave with a diagnosis of PTSD. If only.

Six months later, the voices have faded and the ghostly sightings are less
frequent. The department still won't let Maggie return to the job. Oh, she's
quit talking about ghosts, except to a few friends and the loony relatives who
believe she's a witch, but Maggie doubts herself. Since inactivity is making it
worse, she sets out to track down her shooter, only things get complicated...a
ghostly witness wants his own murder solved, and sexy homicide cop, Josh
Brandt—who just happens to be her replacement—wants her to butt out of his
case.

After Josh catches her at the murder scene of a key witness, he wonders how the
attractive redhead is staying one step ahead of him and how deeply her
involvement goes. She doesn't appear as unstable as he's been told, but she's
hiding something. He recognizes the signs...because he has secrets of his own.
Unraveling her case soon draws them down twisted but intersecting paths.

And failure may cost Maggie her life.

Excerpt:

Maggie’s
gaze sharpened as the old crime scene routine fell into place. Discarded
clothing near an old washing machine, empty beer cans. Hurst and his girlfriend
hadn’t been especially tidy, but she’d seen worse. The kitchen was clutter-free
except for an empty pizza box on the counter. Large. Smelled like pepperoni.
The fridge contained three takeout cartons of leftovers—gumbo, red beans,
something indefinable—a quart of milk, half used, and three beer cans in the
plastic holder from a six-pack. Apparently no one cooked.

She
entered the hallway. A check of the guest bedroom and a glance in the living
room yielded nothing unusual, only the expected drawer or cushion out of place
due to the police search.

She’d left
the main bedroom for last.

The
bodies were gone and the bed stripped. She knelt to look under the bed, but
anything on the floor and nightstand had been bagged and removed to the lab.
Otherwise, it was much as she remembered. Ten by ten, holding a full-size bed
and one dresser. She moved across the room to check the closet…and heard a
floorboard creak in the hallway.

Maggie
froze, her heart hammering. Someone was in the house. She hadn’t been
particularly silent, so they must know she was there. Why so quiet? She glided
back to the door, the SIG Sauer already in her hand. When the hardwood floor
emitted a second small sound, she whipped around the corner, pointing her gun
at the intruder.

And faced
the deadly end of a Beretta, held by a tall man with compelling, steel-blue
eyes. The air vibrated with energy…and for one long moment, they stared at one
another.

“Who are
you?” she demanded.

“Police.
And you?” The voice was cool, richly masculine.

She took
in the dark blue jacket over a white shirt open at the collar, a loose tie
slightly askew, and his black hair just long enough that an unruly strand
curled over his forehead.

“Show me
your badge.” She was stalling for time. Maggie didn’t doubt the confident,
intense man on the other end of the gun was a cop. A very good-looking cop who
wasn’t the least bit happy to find her there. How could she explain her
presence?

He flipped
open his jacket with one hand, revealing the badge clipped to his belt.
“Detective Brandt. Now put down your gun and back away from it.”

He hadn’t
raised his voice, but the or else was loud and clear. She nodded,
slipped the safety on, and set the weapon on the floor, keeping her hands where
he could see them.

“What are
you doing in here?” he asked.

She
figured he’d soon find out anyway, so she told him the truth—albeit a limited
version. “Assessing the murder scene. The male victim was involved in my own
shooting.”

The cop’s
eyes narrowed, but the gun didn’t waver. “Should I know you?”

She
shrugged. “I’m Maggie York.”

Bio:

Ally Shields is a Midwestern writer with a love
for mystery and the paranormal. Following a career in law and juvenile justice,
she took up full-time writing in 2009. In 2012 her first paranormal was
published, and she has two completed urban fantasy series. Ally loves to travel
and includes many of those settings in her novels. Readers are welcome—and
encouraged—to contact her through her website or track her down on Twitter.
(@ShieldsAlly).